Beautiful and bright was the Young Dragon.
Capable and caring,
Sensitive but strong,
Addiction Poems about Family - Page 2
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Beautiful and bright was the Young Dragon.Featured Shared Story
This poem has struck me so very deeply. I am glad to have stumbled upon it. As a young mother of two and a second generation addict, I have many doubts in myself and my success. In front of...
I never asked you to be my Dad,
To slap me around and treat me bad.
I never asked you to drink alcohol,
I never asked for anything at all.Featured Shared Story
Your poems really touched me. I have a dad who drinks and parties a lot on weekdays. My brother and I don't like it at all. He beats me when he's drunk. I cry at night wishing my late mom can...
Poem About Brother’s Struggle With Addiction
I've never touched, tasted, or craved you,
But I know you.
I've watched my heroFeatured Shared Story
I immediately caught chills from reading your poem. It brings such sadness upon me. I am so sorry of your loss. Keep every little memory of your brother that you may have and dwell upon those...
Another spill down the drain,
one more pill to drown my pain.
Is it a cover up or a disguise
I don't think I'll ever stop and realize.Featured Shared Story
My husband has always battled with addiction. We have been together for 14 1/2 years. About 3 years ago he was really strung out on meth and pain pills, to the point that I was completely...
Poem About Walking Away From Cocaine
Now who's that knocking on my brain?
I hope it's not you, Mister Cocaine.
Because Mr. Cocaine, you and I are through,
And so is the fake fun that I had with you.Featured Shared Story
Wow! You really started using a deadly drug at a very young age. I do congratulate you that you have been clean now for four years. That is a humongous accomplishment for someone who used as...
Poem About Meth Controlling A Person
You think you have control,
But I am the one who has it.
You do not, not in the least bit.
I make you cry because if I don't, then people wonder why.Featured Shared Story
I began to use meth when I was 16. Growing up as a child, it seemed as though I wasn't loved or cared for. Violence took a toll in the family. Father was a meth addict. Mother was an...
A Letter To A Drug Dealer.
As you read this letter
I want you to know the devastationFeatured Shared Story
My name is Dylan, and I am 17 years old. I started selling drugs when I was twelve because my mom and dad where dope fiends. I had to take care of my sister who can't walk. I had to feed her,...
The Monster's Name Is DOPE
In my mind I hold a picture
Of how we used to be
For everything you needed
You could turn to me.Featured Shared Story
There is something worse than death or jail. It's the land of nothingness full of evil spirits and lost souls. That place where you can't die and you have no one or nothing. This keeps me...
Me And You Hand In Hand
I don't know what you're going through
I just know the things you say
and the symptoms that occur
are the same each passing dayFeatured Shared Story
I really like your poem, and I understand your pain. I lost my husband to an accidental overdose 4 months ago, and I am really struggling and grieving. I miss him every second of every day....
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